Lyrics
[Intro] (Clears throat)
Yeah
One day you are the hammer
The next you are the nail
[Verse 1] Red lights blinking on a dashboard
I am sipping bitter bean water while the clock ticks away my life
Five miles under the limit
Some grandma in a beige sedan is cruising like she has got all the time in the world
I am leaning on the horn
I am screaming at the sky
Finally the solid lines turn to dashes
I drop the gear
I floor the pedal
Gave her the bird as I flew past her bumper
[Chorus] Now I am the ghost of Monday mornings
I am the ripple in the pond
I am the stone in the shoe
The slow lane belongs to me now
I am karma with a new Honda
Yes I am karma
Oh I am karma
[Post-Chorus] Rolling slow
Take it slow
Watching them blow
Oh let them go
[Verse 2] Twenty years just vanished
I wake up when the birds start talking and I do not have a boss
Sixty five is for the hurried
I find that thirty eight feels much more like a gentle Sunday stroll
Young man in the rearview
Turning purple while his hands grip the wheel like he is choking a ghost
He wants to get to the cubicle
He wants to file the forms
I just want to see how long I can hold this pace
I tap the brake
Just a little kiss of the pedal
Now he is really fuming
[Chorus] Now I am the ghost of Monday mornings
I am the ripple in the pond
I am the stone in the shoe
The slow lane belongs to me now
I am karma with a new Honda
Yes I am karma
Oh I am karma
[Post-Chorus] Rolling slow
Take it slow
Watching them blow
Oh let them go
[Bridge] I am the rock
I am the boulder
I am the barge
Drifting down the asphalt river
Without a care
Without a worry
Without a job
He is late
I am early
He is stressed
I am free
Look at that face in the glass
I remember that face
[Chorus] Now I am the ghost of Monday mornings
I am the ripple in the pond
I am the stone in the shoe
The slow lane belongs to me now
I am karma with a new Honda
Yes I am karma
Oh I am karma
[Hook] Slow lane blues
Got nothing to lose
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